So I forgot to buy a card for Mother’s Day. Or, rather, I remembered periodically throughout the week at utterly inopportune times, the last of which was 10:15pm last night.

And then I realized I could write a poem!

This is the 44 year old writer equivalent of the play doh ladybug, just saying.

Anyway. Happy Mother’s Day, everyone. Hope you remembered a card. If not: poetry and/or glitter are always a hit!

Published by Laura E. Price

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want; it's linked on my blog). I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Betwixt, Metaphorosis, Gallery of Curiosities, The Cassandra Project; the stuff that’s available online is linked on my blog). I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first. (I also blame my husband for basically everything.)

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